Caesar Middle School and The Chase Kemp Saga
Caesar Middle School and The Chase Kemp Saga
By Various Superfolders
Myths and Legends
My friends and I share a common interest: Greek/Roman mythology. We also like origami and made origami versions of our favorite characters from Percy Jackson. Flynn made OriGrover, Kato (or Kato as we call her) made an OrigAnnabeth, Chase, and I made Foldy Jackson. We really just brought them to school and nothing else because there were no bad guys. I mean, sure, there were these twelve kids who wielded Origami Roman gods, but we stayed out of their business and they stayed out of ours.
But that changed today.
It’s the end of the day and I’m walking to the bus. Suddenly, this kid named Ethan comes up to me with The Minatore! “I’m seriously hating that,” he said, “Now you face the wrath of the Minatore!” Then he charged at me. I jumped out of the way and he hit a tree. Suddenly, Flynn comes and sucker-punches Ethan, causing him to drop the Minatore. I picked it up, grabbed a pair of scissors, and cut the Minatore in two.
“Thanks for coming, jeez, what was that all about?” I asked.
“Listen, Chase,” he said to me, “we have a problem.”
By Flynn Macintosh
I told Chase what the problem was on the way to the bus. Somebody was stealing a bunch of recycling bins, and nobody knew who or why. One of the buckets belonged to our Origami Jupiter.
Everyone thought Chase did it because of his history of… misbehavior. “But why would I want bins?” he asked. I thought about that and just shook my head. So we were in the halls, and everyone seemed to shoot Chase dirty looks, not so much me. Caesar Middle School is a pretty uptight place these days.
We just sat around, trying to figure out how to figure out the culprit. Then Kato came with OrigAnnabeth. “Any thoughts?” she asked, making it apparent that she had been eavesdropping. Suddenly this note started to glide our way. I caught it in my hands. “It’s addressed to us,” I said and read it.
I know who the culprit is. But in order to gain access to my lair, you must collect three blue spheres. They are hidden within the school, and many people will try to stop you. But if you succeed, you will be free of guilt.
“As in the greek god?” I asked. “How can we trust this guy?” Kato looked at me and asked, “What choice do we have?” We all nodded, “Alright, tomorrow we start the quest to clear Chase’s name!” We put our hands in the middle and raised them up in the air. We needed to prepare. Chase’s fate was on the line.
So the next day at school the three of us split up to find one of the orbs. We knew Chase hadn’t done it, and we needed to find out who did it before someone else planted some false evidence. Chase was on borrowed chances, and if he was framed for this one, he could be expelled! As I did my looking part, I looked at the posters. One of them was for a mid-year party and the theme was… HOLLYWOOD!
We gathered together at the end of the day and told them we didn’t have to get the orbs because we knew where we had to go. “I’d rather not take my chances,” Chase said and we walked off to find the orbs.
As we walked, we saw and overheard two kids with Origami roman gods arguing with one another. It was Origami Jupiter and Origami Neptune! (who was made out of water-proof paper, much like Foldy was.)
I don’t know why they had Roman puppets and we had greek.
The two kids talked to one another about who stole the Recycling Bolt.
“It is your folded son,” J. said to N. “You know he barely can pull off one stealing without being caught, much less steal a bunch,” Origami Neptune replied. Origami Jupiter gave him a dirty look, then said, “If the true culprit is not found in four days, war will rage between the Origods.” Then they walked off. We walked off as well. Chase looked shaken up. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. Barely turning his head, he said, “Origami Neptune is my sister.” That was kind of shocking.
So we turned a corner and saw one of the orbs. It was in the plant’s life room, which we realized was like from the movie.
We went into the room, and it was filled to the top with plants. Mr. Dezmin asked us what we were doing here, and we told him we wanted to see the beauty of the plants (because we did not want to tell him of our quest). He let us in, but said he wouldn’t let Chase in for two reasons. One: he was a suspected criminal who was most likely at the end of the week to be thrown out. Two: Mr. Dezmin did not want to lose his recycling bin.
It felt pretty weird because we had always done everything together. Now he had to stay out of this room for something he didn’t even do! Deep inside the room, Kato and I decided to split up, so we could cover more ground. We both carried a pair of scissors, just in case we ran into Medushred. To be honest, I was kind of scared. I could not find Medushred nor the pearl (which I had just learned). I then went into the only place that was not covered in plants and had grey origami figures.”‘Wow,” I said in OriGrover’s voice, “That looks like the uncle of OriGrover. Except he was-” I stopped in mid-sentence. “OrigAnnabeth!” I yelled, realizing these were stolen origami figures painted gray!
I ran for Kato, and then bumped into someone. I was about to kick the person in the face, until I realized it was Chase. “How did you get in here?” I asked. “Long story short,” he said, “I sneaked past the urban teacher, saw Kato running for dear life, and went to find you.” I could see why. “Time to get Medushred!” I said and we ran off.
We found Kato running from a girl with a snake in her arms. OrigAnnabeth told us that the snake had been trained to, when someone looks at it, snatch any sort of paper except for the paper used by… Shirley Templeton. Long time snake lover, we knew she would go off edge eventually. “Move!”Foldy yelled and we ran as hard as we could, looking in mirrors that we had found. Suddenly she appeared right in front of us, and we closed our eyes. “Look at the snake,” she said, “You know you want to.” We ran off.
Suddenly Chase left us and we couldn’t find him. “Chase!” I yelled, “Where are you?” Suddenly, Shirley came right in front of us again, and I dropped my phone, which she picked up. She looked into the mirror and her expression turned to shock. She saw Chase come right behind her and cut off Medushred’s head! The snake slithered toward Chase, and when he looked at it nothing happened. “We better keep the snake,” Kato said, “If it’s still taking origami, it could be useful.” Shirley tried to get her snake back, but it would not move. She ran off screaming.
We got the pearl hidden in one of the plants. Chase sneaked out, and we went on our way to find the next one.
The Mysterious Letter
I decided to combine the letter and the search together since I would be doing both. I was sitting in my dorm, yeah, Caesar has dorms, Even if I could, no one would dare hang out with the Recycling Thief. Then the lady who passes out the letters comes up to my room and tells me I got a letter. I take the letter from her and start to open it. It was from my mysterious pen-pal, A.E. I didn’t know their full name, or gender, but I didn’t care. I started to read the letter.
I heard about you getting framed, and I totally believe that you and Foldy are innocent. I know you probably need help, so I used my origami to help you. What he said is, “Within the statues of your paper relatives, you must look. A beast may only be beaten by another.” Hope that helps!
“Dang it,” I thought aloud, “Who is he anyways, what’s with the riddles, and what does it mean!?” I called up Kato since she was good at deciphering riddles, and gave me the explanation. “Your paper relatives,” she said, “Are in the art room! That is where the next pearl is!” Words could not describe how thankful I was for A.E.
We were at the art room, late at night, yet no one was there. We looked around and saw the pearl, though it was at the top of a clay statue. In fact, there was a pearl on every statue! “How do we know which is the right one?” I asked.
“Duh,” Kato said, “we’ll check all of them!” But before we could even blink, five kids came over to us, each holding an origami janitor. “You have but one chance to find the statue. Fail and your origami shall be shredded.” We looked at one another. Great, I thought.
We searched around the statues. “Do the Athena statue,” Flynn said, “That’s how it was in the movie.” I looked up at the statue and started to climb up it. I looked at the five kids, their faces expressionless. I climbed to the top of it, got the pearl, and jumped down. The kids’ face’s mouths curved into smiles. “Wrong answer.”, they said in unison. They unfolded their janitors, taped them together, and made an Origami Hydra. Where do these people keep coming from?
They ran towards us. We jumped out of the way, but were nearly hit. They got out a fire hose, which was only lethal to paper and started to shoot it at us! We went behind columns, but knew it would be soon that we lost the origami. I got out a pair of scissors, the same ones I used on the Minatore, and ran out to cut off the heads of the Hy-Shred. It worked, but the kids smiled again. Flynn looked at me, then OrigAnnabeth said to me, “When you cut off one head, two more take its place.” We looked back and sure enough there were now seven heads.
The kids came to us, but were mostly headed toward me. We split off and I fell to the ground. They were right on top of me! I did the only thing I could think of; I took out the snake. It lunged at the Hy-shred, and ripped it off the kids’ fingers. They just stood there in shock, then Flynn and Kato knocked them out. We checked all the other statues and found the real one in the Hades statue. “I think somebody stole these pearls,” I said. My friends nodded their heads in agreement. We walked off, knowing that whoever stole these pearls would want them back.
I am the thief. This may not have been written by these idiots but I sneaked it in anyways. I had my workers put the pearls in secret places so that know one could ever figure out it was me. The only person who knew was Origami Pluto, but was forgetful and had to write everything down. So I stole it, ripped it into three pieces, and put them in orbs and gave them to my minions. But they all hid them in obvious spots like in the films. So I called on a more equipped minion. Who unravels the very trust everyone has.
“Alright,” I said, “My last minions were going to hide these in a casino and try to hypnotize the trio. You will keep these on your person.” My minion nodded his head in agreement. “Don’t worry,” he said, “They’ll never suspect me. If they find me though, they’ll be in the hospital for some time.” I did an evil grin. I was right to choose this guy. Nobody will know who the true Recycling Thief is. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
We looked in our record of what had happened and saw the mystery chapter. Who would steal our file and put in their own chapter, especially since they are the bad guy? “Who unravels the fabric of trust?” Kato said, “What does that mean?” We were in the Kid Kasino, thinking the pearl would be here. According to this, someone took it and hid it within their person.
“Great,” I said, “Now what do we do?”
“Hey,” Chase said, “Remember that prophecy from the original book?” He recited the entire prophecy, word for word.
You shall go west and face the god who has turned.
You shall find what was stolen and see it safely returned.
You shall be betrayed by one who calls you friend.
And you shall fail to save what matters most in the end.
We looked at one another. Kato/OrigAnnabeth and I/OriGrover were his only friends, but it couldn’t be us! We have known each other since first grade! Chase started to walk off. “Hey!” Kato said, “Where are you going?” Chase turned toward us, but his expression was darker. “Whoever is doing this is trying to make that prophecy come true, for whatever reason,” he said, “So if I head west I will find the turned Origamian. I cannot risk losing you or being betrayed by you. I must go alone.”
With that, he took a bus to the west side of town. Kato and I wanted to go after him, but it was too far away. “I don’t care,” she said, “Chase and Foldy Jackson are our friends, and we will not let him fail.” We hopped on our bikes and started the long journey down to the west side of our beloved town. Only when we got there would we realize how much trouble there would be between Foldy Jackson and Arts.
There I was, west of our private school’s mini-town. I looked around, thinking he may not be here. I started to walk away but something caught my eye. Phillip, the school bully, was walking with an Origami Mars. Arts, he called if.
If you looked close enough, you’d be able to see the sun reflecting off a blue sphere. The last pearl, I thought. I ran right in front of him, blocking his path. “Get out of my way, Recycling Thief,” he said. I stood my ground and said, “Look who’s talking.”
His annoyed expression turned into a sort of evil grin and said, “So you finally figured out his- my plan.” He lunged at me but I sidestepped him. He rolled over and got back to his feet. “You will never defeat me,” he said. He swung his fist and got me, and I fell down. But I jumped right back up and kicked him. He stumbled back, but then pushed me and we fell over a railing and onto the sandy beach that overlooked Caesar’s borders.
Arts started to run away in the sand, so Foldy and I ran after him. I had to get him, even though I knew he was the thief, no one else would believe me without evidence. Origami Pluto was actually believed by the whole school. I lunged and I was on top of Phillip, and as we rolled around in the sand, I could have sworn I saw Flynn and Kato up on the boardwalk.
I was battered, bruised, and running out of hope, yet I still fought. I swung and hit. He swung and missed. He kept backing me up. The first line has come true, I said, will the second? Who will I be betrayed by? And what do I- My thoughts were cut off when Arts punched me so hard I literally flew five feet in the ocean. I broke the surface for air, and was about to swim back until a giant wave came up and smacked down, HARD!
I tumbled onto the shore. I could barely see, but one minute later I could see clearly- even that Foldy Jackson was not on my finger! I scrambled around, until I came to the horrible realization that Foldy was lost at sea.
I looked up at Phillip, eyes red with anger, saltwater, and sand. Suddenly two lines were in my head. One of Star Wars and one of the Percy Jackson lines ran in my head.
Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to Hate. Hate… leads to suffering.
I wanted to punch him, but that’s what he wanted.
He wanted me to hurt him badly, maybe trying to become rouge. But I got up, dusted myself off, and walked away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him rush toward me, a pair of scissors in his hand. I fell to the ground, pretending to be hurt. Really, I reached for a broken shell and blocked the blow. I took his Arts and ripped out the pearl. I was going to stab Arts, but I was tackled by Phillip. He got him back, and suddenly looked dazed. He then ran off.
I got back up and my friends were there! “Guys,”I said, “What are you doing here? I told you I had to do this alone.” Kato looked at me and said, “We couldn’t leave you alone.”
I was glad to have these guys as friends. Flynn started to look tense and I asked him if he was okay. “I’m fine,” he replied, “I’m just upset that you’re Foldy Jackson.” I thought it over, and that was the thing I cared about most. At least I could work on “Percy Jackson: Ultimate Version.” It was a made up version of Percy.
The next chapter is when the rest of the prophecy comes true.
The Truth Hurts
We had done it. Through all the losses, pain, and scariness, we had done it. We walked to the school, today was the last before the party, A.K.A. the deadline. Chase was down in the dumps after losing Foldy, but none of the cheering up I tried worked. He’d probably rather have Foldy on his finger than be proven innocent. Flynn was walking along with us, but he just kept his head down, probably feeling sad for Chase.
We walked to the basement of the school and reached the bottom of the staircase, there he was. Origami Pluto, paper god of the underworld. Or at least the basement.
Flynn wouldn’t say a word, and I wondered what he was planning. We were let inside and the whole place seemed to be decorated with fake bones.
“Ah,” Origami Pluto said, “Chase, Flynn, and Kato. OriGrover, OrigAnnabeth, and- no Foldy. Dead, isn’t he? Anyways, let’s see the pearls.”
We all handed him one. Flynn tried to keep his, but Chase started to pull it away. “Come on!” I said. Chase manages to pull it away from Flynn. Origami Pluto opened the three pearls, took out a piece of paper, and connected the three of them. “The true Recycling Thief is-” Before he could get anything else out, Flynn kicked him in the face, knocking him out.
Flynn smiled and it was only then that I realized what was going on. Flynn was the real thief. “Hello,” he said, “I am the thief.” We both looked at him, shocked. “How could you frame me?” Chase asked, “I thought we were friends!” Flynn just smiled. “You’ve been a pawn for years” he said, “Once I bust the thief and get rid of you losers, that’s just another step in my long game.” Flynn took off OriGrover, and threw him onto the ground.
I grabbed Chase by the arm, “C’mon, we should go.” I say.
Reconciliations and Final Battles
I just couldn’t fight my own friend. It wasn’t that he was a friend of mine, but that I felt like I was missing something, and without it I just couldn’t fight anyone. Not even a jerk like Flynn.
We raced down the hallway to find the Origamians in their little clubhouse. It was large, and we kept running. On the way there we found all the Recycling Bins, including Origami Jupiter’s, and we continued on our way. When we got there, all the OriGods looked at us. One of them, Origami Mercury, looked straight at us. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here, Recycling Thief,” he said, “Leave now or else.” I stared right back, and I saw Origami Neptune and Origami Minnerva giving me a sort of urging look. The one who looked the most mad was Origami Jupiter.
“Origamians!” I yelled loud so they could all hear, “You all believe me to be a thief thanks to my past. But”- I held up the bin and there were gasps- “It was Flynn, holder of OriGrover, now tyrannical keeper of well.. I don’t know. But I’m sure he has a puppet” more gasps and such, “but he did not do this alone. He turned Arts against all of you, but Kato and I have returned the Recycling Bolt.” I threw the bin at Origami Jupiter, who said thanks and left. Most of the other gods did as well, all except for Origami Neptune, also known as my sister. Lina. Kato left, probably to give us some alone time.
I was all set to leave as well, but Lina blocked my path. “You don’t even talk to me,” I said, “and now you are showing me who you are at last. You don’t even care.” She still stood there and said, “I didn’t say because I tried to protect you. I didn’t want to put you in danger. This may only be a piece of paper, but we hold many enemies. A kid once held an origami puppet of the tyrant Chronos on his finger, and we lost so much. So when Mom had you, I swore to myself that I would protect you from every danger. But over the years I realized that you had a connection with origami, so I would make sure you never lost it. If we needed a Foldy Jackson, it would for sure be you.”
I hugged my sister. I was so glad I finally got to speak to her for once. I left and together, Kato and I left the club, ready for anything else that might come our way.
The Next Encounter
A few weeks pass by, and my anger issues start to take over. I feel so mad and I just can’t explain it.
Yeah, my best friend, Flynn turned out to be a psycho jerk and betrayed me and my other friend, and even today he hired kids to make origami giants and hunt me down and attack me. It’s just sad at this point.
After all that happened, I found Flynn in the hall.
“HEY YOU,” I shouted. Flynn looked back, only to see me.
“YOU HIRED THOSE KIDS TO ATTACK ME!” I shouted, only getting more mad.
“Why yes, I did.” He was so matter of fact about it.
“How ’bout we settle this the Riordan way,” I ask, “a sword fight?”
“Well then, after school don’t be late ” says Flynn. He walks past me and shoves me with his shoulder. After classes, I just kind of stair outside my dorm’s window. I even considered bringing Rip-tide but that’s just this paper sword I made. I picked up a stick. Flynn is already waiting for me.
“You came,” he says. I charged towards him with my stick.
“YOU BETRAYED ME!” I shouted. He sticks his stick up and blocks my attack. I push back so he’s unguarded. Suddenly, I heard the shriek of a teacher.
“Chase, YOU DROP THAT STICK!” shouts Ms. Meyers, our math teacher. I look back to see her and she grabs my wrist.
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING YOU COULD HAVE KILLED FLYNN?” Shouts Ms. Meyers even louder. Flynn shoots me a dirty look before I realize he set me up.
“Mrs. Meyers… he hit me in the eye!” He says, very clearly smiling, but his eye very clearly slashed.
The assistant principal gave me a big lecture on how un-responsible I am. Long story short, they expelled me.
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, ATTACKING FLYNN!?” my Mom shouts, “HE WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND!”
“Mom, he’s not my friend.” I say.
“Did I ask for an excuse?”
“MOM WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME FOR ONE SECOND?” After that my Mom gets really quiet. She looks a little sad. When we finally pull into the driveway my Mom locks my door.
“Chase, we need to talk about your behavior and your punishment,” she says firmly.
“Yeah, yeah, what is it this time? No Playstation for a decade?” I ask.
“Yes, however, there will be more,” she says, “Look, I know you’re very, very, creative but this origami has to stop. Ok, it’s not healthy for you.”
“WHAT?” I yell.
“I’m sorry, Chase, but it’s for the best, I’m the principal at that other school, remember? You could go there, and I know what’s best, also yes, no playstation for five months; getting expelled isn’t something you don’t get grounded for. Remember what I did to your sister?”
“Yeah, yeah, you forced her to become a girl scout.”
“Yes, but quite thankfully, you’re my favorite child, so you won’t get that treatment. Yet.”
Now you’re probably wondering if I can’t use a computer. How am I writing this? My friend, Kato, secretly comes by about once a week, so I slip her these notes. Since I’m grounded from folding origami AND television AND electronics, all I do is steal paper from my sister, Lina’s room and write this. I hear a knock at the window, Kato is here.
“Do you write any more notes?” she asks.
“Nah, I’ve just been reading Heroes of Olympus.”
I bring Kato the notes and she lends me Heros of Olympus, book 3, Mark of Athena.
“By the way, I have news for you.” She says.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“I’m transferring schools, man, it’s just no fun without you. Flynn’s been a real jerk.”
“Well, I- I guess this is the end, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess, see ya around… kid.”
I wave to Kato as she heads home. I finished The Son of Neptune. I gently put the son of Neptune on my desk and picked up Mark of Athena. I’m about 30 pages in when I hear my Mom’s car pull into the driveway. I put Mark of Athena on my bookshelf and went to the living room. My Mom comes in with a letter.
“Chase, no other school’s accepted you.”
I was pretty bummed but accepted it.
“But…” I look up, “I convinced the board of directors at my school to let you in, so… welcome to Athens Middle School. You’ll be homeschooled for the rest of fifth grade, but by sixth grade I’ll be sending you right on over there.”
I decided that’s good since I no longer have to stay at home all day.
Flynn Stops By
I was at home when the doorbell rang.
“Katie, go get the door, please!” shouts my Mom. I open it and Flynn is waiting, I close the door to talk to him.
“Go,”I say, and firmly, too.
“Actually, I prefer to stay here” Flynn says “So I heard you are going to Athens?
“Yeah, away from you. It’s perfect.”
“Well as a matter of fact, I have associates there, too. You’ll find we’re all just pawns in one big game.” He holds up an ID badge, there’s a student’s face on it, brown hair, big sad eyes, sticking out of his shirt pocket is… Luke CastePleat.
“But-” I start.
“Yes, Katlyn, you can’t hide from me, if everything goes according to plan, you’ll be entering into a school already run by CHRONOS.” This seriously seems like a horror film. Flynn grins before he turns around and walks away.
“Oh, one last thing.” Flynn says as he turns around.
“You haven’t seen the last of us.”
“Who’s us?” I ask.
He smiles and laughs.
I shut the door, but I can hear him mumble something to himself.
Life Is Strange
By Chase Kemp
I’ve been beat. I always thought being a hero was easy. You beat up the bad guy and yippie you’re a hero. My sister was Origami Neptune and I looked up to her. She could always be positive even when she was expelled and never got to see her friends for a while.
Like sister, like brother. That slightly rewritten saying describes my life kinda. She folded Origami Neptune and was part of the roman gods at Creaser (My old school) then she went back to Athens and became Thalia Plates. While I was back at Caesar, as Foldy jackson. I was a hero but now I’m looked at like trash by everyone. My peers, My teachers and my freaking Mom.
I’m sick of this origami stuff, as they call it. I’m sick of people going:
“I’m the Mina-Tore, I’m gonna get you!” Then Chase would just kick them or something.
My mom didn’t want me in Creaser partly because I had no friends. She always liked Chase, calling him Chasey. I think she shipped us or something. She also wasn’t the biggest fan of puppet folding, she thought Chase was cute- being Foldy Jackson, but other than that she hated it. She said at the High school she went to, people had DC puppets in the nineties. I hear it’s Alan Wade who goes to which, side note, I’m sick of all the girls simping over him, like he’s Robert Pattinson or something) She herself never folded a puppet. Although for someone who hated the puppet craze Athens was the worst choice. Anywho, I’ll write about that. (Bart’s note: who the heck says anywho?)
So my mom dropped me off. Usually kids are all “MOM DONT LET ME BE SEEN WITH YOU”
But I couldn’t care less. She was a pretty cool Mom, and got me into classic rock. After she dropped me off I’m greeted by a woman with short blonde hair. I recognized her as Chase’s Mom.
“Katyo? Is that you! Oh my gosh!!!! Chase will be SO excited to see you!” She smiles at me which is kinda weird. Usually she is pretty calm but now she seems to have the world record for most Red Bulls drinks.
“Oh um, that’s cool. How’s it been?” I ask
“Oh Chase has been grounded all summer, all he really did was read those silly books.” She said with a weird looking smile. Lady, you’re thirty something with an origami finger puppet and the weirdest thing to you is a book?
“Well you better get to class! Your first class will be… let’s see here ..homeroom!”
Wow thanks, I didn’t know.
“In room thirty. With- ” She pauses and makes a disgusted face “Mr. Fells.”
I see a few kids, not a lot, maybe fifteen? Which is very small compared to the thirty kid classes at Caesar. It’s a woodworking room and I see one kid making something which I think is a healthcode violation
“Howdy,” Says Mr. Fells.
“Hello there,” I say in a partly British voice.
“General Kenobi” Says the kid in the back he looks up.
“Ahh another star wars fan”
He just smiles and gets back to working on whatever he’s working on. I walk over to talk to him.
“What are ya workin on?” I ask
“This? This is my dragon.” He says picking it up.
It’s a piece of wood carved to look partly like a dragon and partly like a cup holder holding a Capri Sun.
“I installed that last night,” he says, sipping the Capri Sun.
“Oh uh cool…” I say
“I call him fest-wood” he says sanding it a bit
“As in festus? The metal dragon from Heroes of olympus?”
“Exactly! Someone gets the pun!” He shouts
“Oh no, the pun sucks.” I joke.
He chuckles before Mr. Fells calls everyone to their seat for attendance. He says a few random names before he calls on me.
“Kaitlyn Somrew,” He says.
I hear a few snickers.
“I just go by Kato oh, and uh, here.”
“I hear you’re new, by any chance have you heard of the Athens legacy? Like our origami?”
“No, not at all.” I lied.
Katyo (as she wants to be called) probably talked about Fest-wood. I’ve been working on him for a month now. He’s freaking cool. I should probably write about something else since that was brief and self explanatory. And you’re probably wondering
“Wow, Bart, you’re so skilled and stuff, where did you get these epic skillz?”
From my Uncle Nick AKA Mr. Fells (As you may know him.)
That’s basically all, so uh, seeya.
I Have The Most Crappy Morning
Today= Total Crap Fest.
Ok so, uh, here. I’ll start: Today started off greatly, actually! Wake up, put my copy of Mark of Athena in my backpack and sit down and get breakfast.
“Howdy,” says my Dad, looking up from his phone, “ I got you this as a first day of a new school gift.”
He hands me a Camp Half- Blood mask and a copy of the Demigod Diaries.
“Thanks , Dad!” I say “Now I’ll have something to pass my eternal boredom!”
“Look son… I believe you about that *&^%@#, Flynn he probably faked it but look on the bright side! He won’t be in Athens.
My sister comes down the stairs.
“Morning bro,” She says, grabbing our box of Tony, The Tiger King flakes.
“Bro, where did you get those?” I ask.
“Comic book store. That guy, what’s his name, Billy, yeah, Billy, he was handing them out.” She says.
“Billy… I remember him in Middle School. He was freaking annoying. Real piece of #*![@.”
You see, I always liked my dad alot. He never seemed nearly as strict as Mom.
“Where’s Mom?” I asked.
“Went in early. She always has, it’s the first Day of school” Said my Dad
“Oh and you two will be riding the bus.”
See, this is where my day starts to become a turd farm.
When I get on, my sister sits next to her friend Keana McDaniels who’s one of the “Hunters of Art-emis.” Crap. The only seat open is in the back next to some kids who look like they could snap my spine in half. I sat down and read Mark of Athena some more.
“Look at this kid over here, reading. Like, reading A BOOK.” one snickers. His voice is so squeaky he sounds like a mouse. No joke.
“Yeah, I’m getting smart.”
I say not looking up.
“Shut up (*^%$# We know your Mom and she’s also a-” I punched them.
“Shut up about my mom,” I said firmly. I take out Foldy Jackson
“Little fan boy, wants to be Astley” Another one snickers.
He punched me and kicked me to the aisle and kept hitting me.
“That’s ought to teach you a lesson,” He said
“Yeah. Hey, what’s the lesson?” A goon ask
“Not to be a little %$@^&.”
After that I have a swollen lip, A bloody nose and a headache that feels like crap and a crumbled puppet. I threw him out the window. Foldy Jackson can’t save me. No one can.
I Run Into Chase
Me and Bart were discussing if Goku could beat Shaggy- we both agreed Shaggy would show no mercy- when suddenly I heard a gurgling sound.
“Hey, you okay?” I ask.
I turn around and see Chase.
“OH MY GOD, Chase”
I hug him, but he pushes me off.
“Can I see your old Annashred puppet?” He asks.
I kept it in my binder as a good luck charm. I saw no harm, so I handed her over.
“Uh, there. Please return her…”
He rips Annashred.”
“Chase!” I shouted “Why!?”
“We are tools to the stupid OrigOlympians!”
“Stranger, I’ve just met you, and you’re already on my crazy list.” Bart jokes.
Chase made a little smile and walked away.
I Had a Bad Afternoon!
I said my day was bad… not just the morning. So here it is: After the bus incident, I ditched Foldy Jackson. I looked at my email. Maybe I would get an email from NASA on how they should rename planets after greek gods. I only see one new email in my inbox.
Flynns email… I knew it. I opened it.
Flynn: Look I know you hate me. But I think we could come to a partnership. The gods at Athens must be destroyed. Please be my partner, man, we can raise a new OrigOlympus.
I emailed back.
Me: No. I can’t afford to get in more trouble. Now do me a favor and get out of the life you ruined.
I got a response immediately.
Flynn: I know I messed up! Please I can be redeemed. Look if you’re interested, meet me at the junkyard. See you there. 😉
Heck No. Or at least that’s what I thought before I was called to the office.
My Mom tells me to sit down
“Chase, let’s look at some bus footage.”
She plays the bus footage of me punching that kid.
“But Mom, he said something about you!”
“Chase, stop! Just ignore them. Pain me to day this, you get detention.”
I slam the office door. I can do that because she’s my Mom.
Just then Lina grabs me from behind.
“You okay?” She asks.
“No. Our Mother gave me detention on the first day of school.”
“Oh well there’s someone I want you to meet, m’kay?”
She takes me to the library and I see Mrs. Strohm stares at me.
“This is Chase Kemp. My brother.” Lina said
“Hi, I’m Ximena!” Said the girl. She had deep green eyes, and her hair was… weird. Like, it couldn’t decide what color it was. I noticed her Annabeth puppet. I scowl.
“What you are, is a slave to the OrigOlympians.” I said, because it was true.
“Is your brother the new Sebastian?” Ximena jokes. “At least he looks the part,” she points at my hair.
I ran out of the room and grabbed my phone. I opened Gmail. I only have one conversation there. The one with Flynn.
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” I email.
Foldy Jackson is dead.
Chase Goes Rouge
So some psycho ripped Kato’s awesome origami.
“Who was that?!?!” I asked.
“My friend, Chase back at Caesar, he was Foldy Jackson. I was Annashred.”
“What about Grover?”
“My EX friend… Flynn.”
“Holy crap he raised a whole army and was planning to take down the origlympians!” I shout.
I myself was involved in a fight last night. I was squirting Capri Suns at people. I had to stop some maniac from starting a fire, too.
“That last kid… Flynn. He was a real sicko.”
“Wait, you know him?”
“Yeah. He caused a bunch of problems for us.”
Kato had a sickened look on her face, “Is it possible that… Flynn got to Chase? I mean, Chase was a hero.”
“If that’s the case, I see no doubt. This wouldn’t be the first time that Flynn turned a Foldy Jackson evil.”
I wasn’t riding the bus. Not again. I walked home for that reason, plus, I needed to visit the junkyard. I’m greeted by a kid wearing a bathrobe, a Jason Voorhees mask, and sadly, nothing else.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked.
“Let me in, man!”
“No can do, you’re not on the guest list.”
Flynn comes up to me.
“Chase? That you?”
He looks worse than ever. He had bags under his bloodshot eyes and his ginger hair was about his neck. He had wisps of a neckbeard growing.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Sam, let him in!” Flynn said “I can replace Origami Atlas.”
The door swings open.
Flynn grins, and I follow him. There’s a big bonfire and a few kids sitting around it.
“That fight last night got us down to only about twelve kids. But we got stronger.”
“We’re only as strong as our weakest link.”
He grabs a cup of kool aid cup that I smack out of his hands and into the blaze.
“YOU DIDN’T SAY YOU’RE SORRY! YOU FREAKING RUINED MY LIFE!” I scream,
“I made you what you are,” He says, casually.
Some kids come over. One wearing a hoodie with a big blue greek delta grabs my neck and puts me in a chokehold.
“Throw him out, Chase you really are stupid.”
Then I blacked out.
Where In The World Is Chase Kemp?
After school, Chase walked home. I thought nothing of it, however, when he wasn’t home after an hour, we started getting worried. My mom was crying and my dad was calling the police, trying to report him missing.
I go on a walk. Something I do when I feel stressed. Chase is a good kid. I doubt he’s gone rogue. I kept telling myself that. I walk past Mac’s apartment building. Dang, I miss him. Suddenly, I hear a voice behind me.
I turn to see someone in a blue hoodie holding Chase in a chokehold.
“Let him go,” I said, firmly.
“No can do,” Said the mysterious voice. It sounded sorta like a girl.
Chase looks passed out. I see him breathing, luckily.
I kick the kid and grab Chase.
“Okay, man?” I ask.
He opens his eyes and shoves me down.
“Who am I kidding? I’m not Foldy Jackson, I’m not even a hero, I-I’m a nobody. I’m a loser!”
He sobs and runs home.
I feel freaking bad.
We Follow An Absolute Stranger!
We had to face the facts. Chase…he’s gone astray. Like Hawk from Cobra Kai.
“I feel… bad,” Kato says in the homeroom.
“Kid, there’s enough of that going around.” Says a voice.
We both look behind to see a girl in a Hunger Games shirt with gray eyes.
“Howdy, Ximena.” Said the girl.
“Oh hi, I’m Kato, Kato Somrew., I like your shirt.” Said Kato. “This is my friend Bart.”
“Wait, hold up, your mom Ashley Somrew?” Ximena asked.
“Yeah, why?” Kato asked, confused.
“I’ve got something for you…”
She told us to follow her to the library. Totally not sketchy.
“This… This belongs to you” Said Ximena handing Kato a red notebook with the words
Art-rodite’s tale written on it
“Wha-” Said Kato
“It’s about your Mom, don’t show it to anybody, okay?”
“Where did you find this?” I asked
“Old case file in C.R.O.N.O.S’s lair, Sebastian made them ALL public.”
We thanked Ximena and looked at a random chapter.
No More Art-rodite…
Date: March 15th, 1992
Look if you find this… chances are I’ve… been forgotten. Erased from every (known) database. I was talking to Varsity Kemp with her little Origami Zeus.
“You are a traitor to Caesar,” she said firmly.
“No, no, please!”
My dad got a job in California, he starts this summer. Meaning I’ll have to go to high school in California. But it’s more than that, I did them wrong. I betrayed their code.
“You will be forgotten. Never remembered as people look back at these myths.”
She took my Art-rodite puppet and put her in her pocket
And I’m forgotten.
We Confront Mrs. Kemp
After reading the chapter we were surprised. My mom was Art-rodite! We decided to talk to Mrs. Kemp about it. I got the recorder on my phone and put my phone in my pocket.
Me: Hi, Ms. Kemp!
Mrs Kemp: Howdy Bart. Kato.
Bart: What is this? (Puts Art-rodite casefile on desk)
Mrs. Kemp: That? Oh uh (She chuckled, kinda nervous) Ok there are certain bloodlines in the Origlympians that have been…..ditched. Storylines we needed to cut, y’know.
Bart and me: WHAT?
Mrs Kemp: Your mother was one. I know what I did wasn’t exactly right. I still regret it, from time to time but she was moving to California!
Bart: Lady, that’s freaking terrible.
Mrs. Kemp: I know, I know please don’t tell Chase or Lina. I don’t want them to see me like this
Me: Okay, I understand.
Mrs. Kemp: one more thing Kato… Tell your Mom that I’m sorry.
I Learn Tap Dancing From a 20 Year Old Man!
After we left the office and finished the day, Bart texted me.
Bart: You know Debbie Dons?
Me: That dancing studio?
Bart: yeah sure meet me there
I walked there and was greeted by a woman with dark black curly hair.
“Um, hi I’m Kato.”
“Oh, hi! I’m a lady who’s going through her mid life crisis at the age of twenty and talks to kids for my job, when I originally wanted to be a math teacher but am left to work at the counter for a children’s dojo for my fiance’s stupid dream. How can I help you?” She smiled.
“Amy, chill.” Said a guy who I guessed was her fiance. “I’m Mr Alexander. Are you looking to sign up? First class is free.”
“Hey Kato!” Said Bart, strolling in.
“Kato. That’s a nice name!” Said Mr. Alexander.
“Hi,” I said. “Hey, can I sign up?”
“Of course! We’re happy to have you! You’ll be starting with basic tap dance.” said Mr. Alexander.
He then went and got on a Michael Jackson suit.
“This is my life now, child.” Said Amy.
He led me to a room with some more kids, all practicing tap dancing
“Now basic move. Step forward, sideways and backwards.”
I tried, and I got it right. Eventually.
“Now, try that again but faster and go to the right and left.” He said.
He put in a Billie jean CD and started tap dancing.
“My guy, why are you so obsessed with Michael Jackson?” I asked
“My friend, Frankie, got me to play Micheal Jackson: The Game on Wii.” He said “Now show me all you know, child.”
I showed him my little routine again and he clapped.
“Now it’s time to sort you in your cabin.”
He gave me a multiple choice test.
“Here,” he said
“That’s it? This? I thought you had… I dunno a magic hat.”
“You want a magic hat?”
He handed me a hat, in big cartoon letters it said ‘I’m a Debbie Don Dance Dojoer!”
“Only twenty four dollars and ninety nine cents!”
“Errrr, I’m good.”
I answered all the questions and I came to the final one
Which of these is what you want to find in life?
I figured this was like the sorting hat and it came to my opinion so I looked at the options.
I circled H or love. I want to find love in my life. I want to be happy in my life. Mr. Alexander takes a look at my test and gives me back the test
“Congratulations welcome to Cabin Ten, Love”
I was looking around at the Art-prodites file some more, in the library. I always wondered why an Aphrodite type character was never at athens.
“What ya got?” The voice asked.
I turned around to see Sebastian Merrick. Sebastian’s become a bit of a loner. A social outcast, but he’s honestly a really nice guy. (I heard 3 ghosts visited him last night and now he’s handing out toys.)
“Old case file,” I said
“From C.R.O.N.O.S?” Sebastian said, peeking over my shoulder.
“Yeah, do you recognize this one?”
I handed him the red notebook.
“Look, C.R.O.N.O.S had LOTS of old case files, heck, I’ve only read a few so…. No.”
Sebastian said “Art-prodites case file? As far as I know there was never an origami Aphrodite Where’d you get this?”
“We haven’t found any descendants of this Art-Prodite have we?”
Just then Kato walked in.
“Well, actually, her.” I pointed at Kato.
“What about me?” Kato said as if she was trying to defend herself.
“Your mom, Art-Prodite.”
“Oh, and this is Sebastian, call him Seb.” I said
“Like… the fish?”
“Kid, do I look like a fish?” Sebastian said.
“Yes.” We both said.
“Hey, I wanna show you something.” Said Kato.
“What?” I asked.
“Drum roll, please.” We drum rolled. And from her pocket she pulled out a puppet.
“Pleater McCrease.” She said, “I never thought I was an Annashred. Not as much of a warrior.”
“Well, looks like we’ve got our first non percy Jackson origami character.” Said Sebastian.
The Kemps Freakout At Baskin Robbins
This is probably gonna be a lame chapter. But it’s important to my mini case file. I’ll title it, let’s see, Chase Kemp’s crappy life: Tales of a Sixth Grade Loser.
Before you ask, I’ve already sent it to a publisher.
When I wake up I see Lina trying to hug me.
“You okay, man?” Lina asks me.
“Who am I kidding? I’m not Foldy Jackson, I’m not even a hero, I-I’m a nobody. I’m a loser!” I said, crying.
I pushed Lina back and ran home.
When I swing open the door I’m trampled by Mother.
“Chase! I thought you were missing!”
“Yeah, Yeah.” I said.
“Look, where were you?” I showed her my scar from where I had been hit. “Uh…. I had a bicycle accident and had to wait for it to be fixed by a strange and wise asian man.”
She nodded. “Happens to all of us? How about we go out for Ice Cream?” My Mom asked.
“Aren’t you mad at me? I literally got detention from you?”
Just then, my sister suddenly comes through the door. She looks at me for a bit before she walks away.
“Lina! Me and Chase will be at that new ice cream shop at the mall!” My mom shouted.
In the car, my Mom turns on some old song. I myself never cared for vintage music.
“What flavor are you gonna get?” My mom asked.
I always got cookie dough. Don’t ask why but it’s so freaking good.
When we get to the shop we go in to see a boy and a girl, both look around fifteen maybe sixteen.
“Welcome to uhh” He started “Susie, what is this place called, again?”
“Okay uh- “
“Lady, we don’t want the name, just please take our order.” My Mom said. (She sounded like a Karen)
“Okay uh what do you want?”
“Please ask like you really care and not like this is the only job that you can flirt and get paid at the same time.” Said my Mom. I was trying so hard not to laugh through my Mandalorian mask.
“Okay, lady, what the (*(&*&^^%$$%&Q@#^%$R^Q*%&#Q^&% DO YOU FREAKING WANT YOU ($*&*()” Said The girl
“Dude, I’ll take cookie dough and get her vanilla okay? Got that? Too much to handle?” I said
“Okay kid…” Said the boy.
After a few minutes the girl tossed them on our table while muttering curses that are way too bad to put here.
“Chase, about your behavior…” My Mom says after a silence.
“Oh this is what this is? YOU GOT ME FREAKING ICE CREAM JUST SO YOU ME?!?” I screamed
“Chase you stop RIGHT NOW!”
Some people were staring at us.
“You know what? I don’t even want some *^)*(^% ICE CREAM.” I scream. “EVERYONE LOST FAITH IN ME! KATO AND EVERYONE DIDN’T THINK YOU WOULD TOO!” I toss my ice cream in the trash and run to the car like the brat I am.
That Creep, Flynn, Emails Me
I log into Gmail. I don’t know why I barely ever get on. I have two new messages.
One: a promotional ad from ZerfTech.
“Hey! Buy a Zerf bow! They’re really good! My wife’s name is Zerf! My kid’s name is Zerf? My first words? Zerf!”
These ads are getting freaking frustrating. I scroll and see my second email
“Kato… How have you been?”
I looked at the email.
Flynns stupid email. I message him back
Hey there )(*&^^%$%^$%^&$% Still a (**&^*?
Usually, I never cuss but Flynn is a little (&%^&. Well, $*#(@)!) I did it again.
Flynn emails me back.
“Look you’ve heard about CRONOS, correct? Truth be told we’re not dead, we’re still around. But we’re down to low, low numbers. please join. you know what Mrs. Kemp did to your Mom, and well, maybe it’s time for a reaping. and don’t cuss me and my brother share this email.”
“Have you not heard? Probably not since you’re in your underground cult base. Students are now the Origlympians and they can be better! Stop annoying me, okay?”
“Chase is already on my side. Well kinda. We both have the same view of the situation.”
“Go away before I come to your house and beat the crap out of you. Got that?”
I’m really sick of Flynn.
Chase Does Even More Stupid Crap
Look, I feel extremely bad for Chase. The kids lost confidence. Hes also been doing extremely stupid stuff. I’ll write all of this down.
Monday: Tries to riot against the OrigOlympians by playing this Lemkuuja song called “What’s A Future Funk?” Saying it’s his battle cry.
Tuesday: Makes a bunch of OrigOlympian puppets and has them all rip up paper while playing “What’s A Future Funk?” Oh yeah and then he ripped the puppets.
Wednesday: Changes his battle cry to the Big Chungus song, which if you ask me is a pretty dead meme.
Thursday: Makes an army out of origami Kermit the Frogs and gives them each a roman battle suit.
Friday: Tries to rip Mom’s Zeusigami. Almost succeeded.
Saturday: Makes a battle cry playlist that contains
What’s a Future Funk?
Fishy on me (That weird Fortnite song)
I mean most of it was just him doing weird music crap. (Also he’s now making a remix of Fishy On Me and I have to share a room with him.)
When I say “Battle” you probably think people with machine guns attacking each other but this? This was like a battle you see your five year old sister watch on some crappy Nickelodeon TV show.
Anyway, me and Kato were walking to math when we heard a faint voice.
I recognized it as that psycho’s voice.
“Dude, please don’t rip my puppet.” I said taking out my newest puppet, Leo Foldez.
“No… I myself have a new puppet.” Said Chase with a smile.
“Chase, please, just give up!” Kato says,”The stupid OrigOlympians are crap, yeah, I know! But you’re related to some, heck, your Mom is one!” Kato said.
“No. I was… a slave. But no more now. I am Papermetheus. And I am raising a new generation of TICREASE!”
“Ticrease? Like Titans? Bro, that pun sucks. No offense.” I said, honestly. Kato looked at me and gave me the evil eye.
“Now Kato… we must fight! Unless you want to remain a slave! Join me, and we can take down this school piece by piece. We can be the new generation. What do you say?” Said Chase with a giant grin.
“I think you’ve gone insane. Why do I know you’ve gone insane? Because Ximena warned me. One of those CHRONOS members betrayed them- betrayed you, and told them about how Flynn is manipulating you. You have to snap out of this!” said Kato while I was holding back giggles.
Chase got all mad and grabbed out Paper-Metheus which kinda fitted him, ya know? He was betrayed by Zeusigami, he had good intentions but just gave off evil vibes, etc.
“Now Kato, BATTLE ME!” Screamed Chase. “First to rip the others puppet wins.” said Chase
Suddenly, Kato raised Pleater McCrease.
“This is really immature…” I say.
“Rip her, go ahead. Win.” Said Kato.
Chase laughed and grabbed Pleater. She looked at Kato in her eyes. And then there was this look in his eye. A look I had seen across the battlefield in Sebastian.
“I’m sorry,” He said.
The Battle: Part Two
“I’m sorry,” I said.
Suddenly I remembered everything me and Kyto saw at the museum. Flynn was laughing, maybe this was when he was good. We were laughing right after we found our second pearl. (We had to take them to Origami Pluto) We all had Sonic drinks. We were also sharing mozzarella sticks.
Kato looked at me and smiled. Life was so- so simple back then.
I took Kato’s puppet, Dropped it and looked into Paper-metheus’s tiny paper eyes.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
I ripped Paper-Metheus. I’m not Prometheus anymore, nor am I a hero.
“I failed you, Kato.” I said.
“No. You haven’t. You didn’t fail anybody, because I never lost faith in you” Said Kato.
“Even after he ripped your puppet?” asked Bart, “Because, that’s like, punishable by death.”
“SHUT UP!” Me and Kato said.
Me and Kato hugged… she kissed me on the cheek not a “Oh I like you” Type kiss more of a “We’re friends again? Good” type kiss.
Me, Bart and Kato were all in my basement playing this Star Wars roleplaying game. (My grandma got it for me and Lina when she went to California. She said she found it at a thrift store.) Me and Kato were sitting so close our shoulders touched. Then Lina came down with a plate of nachos.
“Break it up, love birds,” Lina said sarcastically, holding back a smile.
“WE’RE NOT LOVEBIRDS!” Me and Kato said “JUST FRIENDS!”
I pulled a puppet out of my pocket. Rimmed glasses, golden locks, purple toga and shirt. My new puppet, Jason Plates.
“After I gave up Paper-Metheus, I decided I’m more of a Jason Grace type person.” I said. Kato clapped, and Lina shrugged. “I predicted that plot twist like- a year ago, dude.”
Bart pulled out his own puppet. Leo Foldez. Kato pulled out her Pleater McCrease.
Yeah, life is good.
By Ximena Strohm
Something about these new stories just doesn’t add up. My suspicions directly tie to my brother. It is my belief that the war against CHRONOS was part of something larger. Maybe, in the aftermath of it all, CHRONOS won.